Grip is ten. That’s ten years more than most expected, and the last five years of my life. I say ‘of my life’ because being a part of Grip means more to me than just “work.” If I think back to my most memorable moment in the last five years, there isn’t just one. There are many.
I can remember back to a time, even before I started at Grip, where a few of the partners and I commiserated over a few beers. Random conversations lead to lots of laughs, and ultimately a job here. On my first day, I was made to feel right at home. From that day, and every day since, I’ve laughed or smiled at the laughter I hear ricocheting across the floors (Bob Goulart’s laugh is particularly infectious). I’ve been in meetings where I’ve laughed so hard I’ve cried. I’ve laughed enough to spill a few beers on more than a few Thursdays. And I’ve been made fun of in ways that have made me laugh at myself. So no, it’s not a singular moment that I recall with fondness about working at Grip. It’s the constant, insistent stream of laughter.
I vividly remember a statement that was made by most of the partners when I was considering joining the agency: “We want this to be the last place you work.” Pessimists may think darkly on that, but I’m an eternal optimist. I thought, and continue to think, that that’s a pretty powerful idea. With any luck, I can laugh and tell this story again when Grip turns twenty five.